Socrates

God... God... God... they never call you thatCandles... candles... candles... they never light them for youBut your words... words... they burnAnd still... still... still... they are quotedSocrates, you superstar

Pure and good, the first ChristSocrates, you superstarYou went round in a beggar's clothingAnd there were birds in your white beard

The crowd around you – you were a holy lightSocrates, you superstarYou talked to them about love and lightThe wisest man, the king of wisdom

God... God... God... they never call you thatCandles... candles... candles... they never light them for youBut your words... words... they burnAnd still... still... still... they are quotedSocrates, you superstar

God... God... God... they never call you thatCandles... candles... candles... they never light them for youBut your words... words... they burnAnd still... still... still... they are quotedSocrates, you superstar

Pilate supporters took the light from youSocrates, you superstarAnd Athens, that you loved so muchGave you a bitter poison

The break of day was bitter, the earth was orphanedSocrates, you superstarYour time had comeYou found the eternal God

God... God... God... they never call you thatCandles... candles... candles... they never light them for youBut your words... words... they burnAnd still... still... still... they are quotedSocrates, you superstar

God... God... God... they never call you thatCandles... candles... candles... they never light them for youBut your words... words... they burnAnd still... still... still... they are quotedSocrates, you superstar... superstar... superstar